Every morning I take the bus shuttle to campus. A perfect environment for The Idiots to reveal themselves: small, close-knitted, and fabulously boring.
Except for today.
Generally I don’t spy on people’s happenings – but this woman made it all too tempting. With bright pink lipstick, platinum blonde hair and eyelashes to reach Kenya with, she only managed a napkin around her waist. Boobs everywhere. Nails polished. Typical symptoms of a self-esteem not far below Paris Hilton’s.
Anyway, enough about her (lack of) image. What interested me was her cellphone. Actually, her sms she was reading. It was one that she recently sent to someone and had saved it on her cellphone. And then looked at it over and over again:
“Baby im so happy to have you in my life you make me feel so amazing i just want to be with you now baby thinking of you.”
After managing to get away from such a work of art, she flipped quickly to another sms from what I assume was the boy that she sent the previous one to. This is why I fucking love life:
“Babes I know you make me feel amazing last night i went out and saw all these hot chicks and all i wanted to do was get with them but then i remembered i have you and no one can compare to you.”
Well done on finding such an amazing guy. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fat suicidal punk-kids that’ll hate your divorce. Idiot.
Posted by MichaelR 